Month: November 2008

Home at last.

I've just about hit the wall, it's 6.15 pm here and 1.45 am Mexico Time…I've kissed the kids, cuddled the babies, read stories to Tilly, watered the garden  and been to the market.. Now I'm just going to sleep for a long time…  But I did work on the plane… E and D… the D for door, is a Mexican door…. and Mexican Tiles…., but just whose hand is holding the door open?  

Headlines – 3 y.o. boy holds up plane.

A 3 year old boy was determined not to be bound to a seat on an American Airlines flight out of Dallas today. The plane taxied to the edge of the Dallas airport…. waiting for the said child to comply….however, despite his Mothers wailing, his fathers physical handling, the child wedged himself under the front seat and refused to come out… Pious grandparents whose children and grandchildren are perfect  – gave advice…. However, the plane finally had to return to the airport….It took and hour to refuel, more time to dislodge the infant from the front seat and of course remove the luggage. The plane was an hour late getting into LAX this evening, but some people on the plane thought the entire event was extremely comical.

On my way home.

It's thanksgiving in the USA today…. I imagine, that many of my friends are spending the day with their families in celebration….but I had mine a little earlier than most. The Quilt group of San Miguel de Allende held a special thanksgiving dinner for me yesterday. What can I say, except that their efforts left me speechless…. (well not quite, I did manage to tell a story or two……) There is such a sense of comradeship amongst the group….it reaches beyond the genre of quilting. It reminds me of a saying.    "Isn't everyone a part of everyone else" There is a delight  – and heightening of the senses in being in a house festooned in purple, green, red and orange …of visiting with new friends and sharing a meal prepared in collaboration. I look forward in repaying their fabulous gesture in the future…. So I leave Mexico with a little sadness, but happy anticipation of being home with my family…..  My students in Mexico City taught me a valuable lesson. "The difference between try and …

A quilters breakfast.

Video  taken on my little flip camera….!!! 4 of us went out for breakfast this morning….. Yoli had told me of a place where they cook goat and lamb… I believe that they prepare the meat by marinading it and putting it in a pit with hot coals. It's then covered with Banana leaves and let cook for about 15 hours…. Once cooked, they make a broth which is laden with chick peas and vegetables…. The broth is served with the meal and you add coriander, chopped onion and chili to it and stir vigorously…. In the corner of the building (Which looked like a big open garage) the family were making tortillas….. A small girl was standing on the bench, putting her small hand  into the dough and scooping out just the right amount, she balanced them neatly around the rim of the huge dish…. Her Mother, took one, and placed it between a thin sheet of plastic on a wooden block and the  handle bought down the matching wooden block onto the tortilla …

I’m getting a little behind….!!!

I haven't even mentioned the events of yesterday AND they are quilt related…I met about 30 ladies at the home of one of the members of the local quilt group here in San Miguel de Allende. It was a a lovely experience for me to be invited to the home of someone living here. In fact there re around 12,000 Americans and Canadians in residence here, that's about 1/5th of the population of the city. Life here is relaxed, culturally diverse and artistically expressive. The quilt group is made up of Canadians, Americans and Mexicans…. I gave a talk, and then we adjourned for a wonderful Mexican lunch. (Oh, by the way, I haven't got my slippers on, they are tapestry shoes embroidered with frogs) !!!!! I'm so lucky. Because I'll be traveling on thanksgiving, they are holding a special thanksgiving dinner for me tomorrow….. Today, however, Stephanie and Yoli, took me to the Tuesday market…. You have to see this place to believe it….. It's huge….. and you could really buy almost anything there… …

Dolores Hildalgo photos of a rural city. I guess you can see from my photos that many of them are taken with an idea of using them for color. Lets look at this photo…. It was taken purely because I like the colors….The colors are stunning, they give a feeling of warmth, despite that fact that they are tiles and cement…. Taken out of the that context…. you can see they blend well together… Photographically, it means little… one wouldn't really give it a second glance. What can I do with these colors? Well, I've just splashed them on paper…. and possibly it could form a background with another image over the top….. I rather like the thought of square tiles on top of these colors…. or maybe even just a black outline image…..  

A bit of excitement….

Photos of San Miguel de Allende  set No 2. It's getting harder to write the blog…. the wi fi here seems to have a mind of it's own and it's almost impossible to upload photos at the  moment…. I think everyone is on line at the same time.For a short while I was able to sit in my room and work, now I have to sit out in the plaza…. I'm staying in a small hotel, the rooms are situated around the courtyard and the darn fountain runs all the time…. it looks quaint, but is a bit annoying… the plaza is filled with flowers, pots of bright red geraniums, purple bougainvilleas, ferns and cacti… quite delightful. The folk staying here share a big dining table for breakfast and huge lunch… (all included in the price) So I've met some great people….Yesterday I was showing two of the guys staying here the photos I had taken on the computer…. and "bing" Keith appears on skype…. so they all sat and chatted about sport in various …

A quiet day.

I filmed today…. I sat quietly and observed. I visited the art galley, churches and sat in the square…. The weather was kinder today….I crashed a fancy wedding in my bright orange sweat shirt… The rich and famous were there, the outfits were amazing and everyone was extraordinarily beautiful…. I ate sushi at a fabulous restaurant… and chatted to a lady from Maine. I joined in the festivities in the plaza…

Textiles, Tastes and tantalising experiences.

Photos of San Miguel Allende Images of an interesting city. I've had a wonderful day just wandering through streets and markets… of course I'm always looking for textiles.. and that includes heavily embroidered garments. hand woven shawls and other items of clothing. The processes of making handmade garments is tedious and time-consuming: perhaps spinning the thread on a pre-Hispanic spindle with a clay whorl, and weaving on a primitive backstrap loom.  If not using commercial dyes, it involves dying the thread with aniline or laboriously concocted natural dyes: sea-snail ink collected on the rocks along the seacoast by men carrying hanks of thread on their forearms and squirting the ink on them to create purple); or smashing tiny cochineal insects from the nopal cactus to make a deep magenta dye. It takes 70 to 80 thousand to make a pound! Among the other natural dyes are indigo (blue-black), shells of “huisache” tree seeds (black), and nut shells for brown. Oaxaca, is about 600 kms from here, but the influence is ever present. Goods made in …

Another day in Mexico.

Yesterday was fascinating in the extreme. I had a 10 hour tour to Taxco….. sadly, I wasn't able to do my own thing…. the history was interesting, the vision wonderful, the guide was the age of my grandfather and had difficulty maneuvering around the steep cobblestone streets. We were pasted with a tag that told everyone that we were on his tour and he should get a cut….. so I conveniently lost mine… and took off…I'm the tour guides nightmare. I left Mexico city today. The driver from the hotel wanted an exorbitant amount of money to travel a few kms to the bus station….. I stood there and demanded change,  much to his disgust. Anyway, I was an hour and a half early for the bus, so I put in my earphones, turned on the ipod and listened to Mama Mia… it was all I could to do stop jumping up and dancing in the the bus terminal…. I had to do with a foot jiggle. The bus was 1st class, really comfortable and …